AN: Originally written for avathar904's prompt: "Platonic, Red and Vincent; and what it means to be human."
Human.
"They look so human when they're not trying to kill you," Red observes.
Behind his cowl, Vincent makes a sound that neither agrees nor disagrees.
"Nothin' human ever works for Shin-Ra," Barret cuts in, grim and unsmiling. "And if they aren't human, it don't hurt to kill 'em. Remember that."
Barret's lips jerk as he repeats it over and over to himself like a mantra. Lost in the burns and prejudices of the past, he misses the quiet look that passes between the cat and the ex-Turk.